My beloved has made my writing erotica a game, of sorts. Foreplay. An exquisite tease that borders on sexual torture as she delays my gratification until I have satisfied her wishes.

Holding me still, my wife lavishes the head of my cock with the caress of her tongue, tracing it deliciously, slowly, until I am breathing fast and shallow.

She releases me with her evil smile, and gazes at me with her beautiful, gleaming eyes. "What will it be?" she asks, her arousal making her unwilling to wait.

"You'll see," I reply, and cross to my computer.

My wife watches me as I write. She plays with her pussy, caressing her lips until her arousal is simply too great for her to bear any longer, and she brings herself to climax, over and over again.

She inspires me – with her body – the wonderful, sensual, voluptuous curves of her – great breasts with large, silver-dollar sized areoli; her wide hips and shapely legs; her rounded ass and neatly trimmed pussy. She is my Goddess, my wife. My lover, in the truest sense of the term.

And, she has a daughter. Twenty-four years old, and the child of a former marriage.

Stephanie, my step-daughter, is taller than her mother. Slender, and yet curvaceous. Her breasts are large, though not as full as her mother's. And she has the most sensual lips.

More than once I have found myself fantasizing about Stephanie's lips wrapped around my cock.

*

"Happy birthday!" Sandra told her daughter as she set down a large, narrow, gift-wrapped object on her daughter's bureau.

Stephanie woke, and smiled groggily. "Thanks, Mom," she mumbled and wondered at the present. It was wide – as wide as her dresser, and rectangular. A picture? she wondered.

Sandra bent down and kissed her daughter on the forehead. "Well – get up! I can't wait until you open it!"

Stephanie smiled and shivered a little as her mother pulled back the covers, not waiting for the girl to get herself out of bed.

The cool air made her nipples tighten, and Stephanie felt goose-pimples flash across her body.

"What is it?" she asked as she crossed to the bureau and put her hands on the wrapping.

"Open it and find out," Sandra said, her excitement showing.

Stephanie carefully pulled on the great bow wrapped around the present, and gasped as the paper fell away to reveal a most wonderful mirror for her vanity.

"Oh, Mom! It's beautiful!" she exclaimed, and gazed at her own reflection in the surface smiling back at her.

Sandra put her hands to her lips, delighted at her daughter's reception of the gift, and said, "It's an heirloom. Your grandmother owned it, and she had it from her mother before her – and so on back for, I don't know how many generations... But, it's supposed to be enchanted!"

Stephanie giggled. "A magic mirror?" she asked in amused disbelief.

Sandra nodded and gazed at the girl. "It is," she replied and smiled sincerely. "I know. It worked for me!"

Stephanie turned and looked at her mother. Her mom stared back, quite serious. "You've got to be kidding? It did? How?"

Sandra reached out and took her daughter's hand, squeezing it dearly. "It – shows you whatever you desire."

Stephanie glanced back at the mirror, and saw her own reflection. "Oh, come on! What?"

Sandra brushed her daughter's hair away from her face, and marveled at just how beautiful her own child had become. Eighteen, and so lovely! "It's true," she answered. "I - I saw your father in it, before we met."

Stephanie watched her mother for some small sign she was teasing. "No way. Really?"

Sandra nodded and smiled softly. "Years before we met," she chuckled lightly. "But – well, you'll discover for yourself. It shows you what you desire, not someone else. I don't know what that might be..."

Stephanie looked over her shoulder at the mirror again.

Sandra gave her daughter a final kiss on the cheek, and pat her on the arm. "Well, I'll leave you to your gift. I have preparations to make for your party!" And she left, closing the door behind her.

Stephanie pulled the wrapping paper free of her gift, and leaned it against the wall atop her bureau. She'd need to have her father move it to her vanity, but for now, it would work where it was.

"Whatever I desire, huh?" she muttered, and gazed at the mirror dubiously.

Stephanie stood in front of the mirror, and waited. She saw her own reflection, and watched herself as she turned this way and that, hoping to see – something. Some vision. Some – magic.

But, all she saw was her own reflection.

Disappointed, she gave up and sat on her bed. "Magic mirror – ha! But – it is lovely. And Grand-mama's! Whatever did she see, I wonder?"

*

"My daughter, huh?" my lover murmurs as she stands next to me, her mound pressing into my arm as she reads over my shoulder. She runs her fingers across my skin, teasing, and makes a low purr. "You're going to put Stephanie in your erotic tale?"

Stephanie's sad chuckles stopped short when she saw someone laying on her bed!

"Huh?!" she exclaimed, and turned, looking.

There was no one there.

Stephanie shook her head. "Must be losing my mind..." she said, and looked back at her mirror.

"Oh – my – God..." she gasped, and gaped at the reflection.

Stephanie could see herself – except she wasn't standing in front of the mirror. She was laying on her bed, on her back, her hands playing madly with her pussy, her body writhing in such pleasure....

"What the -?!" Stephanie shook her head. She looked at her bed. Empty! And she knew she was standing right there in front of the mirror!

My magic mirror?

Stephanie looked back at her present. The other Stephanie was bucking, close to orgasm, fingering herself wildly.

Is that? Is that what I desire? she wondered.

Her hands went to her breasts, and Stephanie felt a familiar warmth between her thighs, deep inside.

Cupping her full breasts, Stephanie pinched the nipples, and felt her arousal grow.

Well, it is right now! she laughed.

Sitting on her bed, Stephanie slid back until she and the other Stephanie were in the same position. Watching herself masturbate was far more sensual and exciting than Stephanie had ever thought possible, and she began to caress her pussy lips with growing abandon.

"Oh, my God..." she sighed as she gave pleasure to herself. "This is what my mirror was showing me!"

Magic or no, Stephanie lost herself to her masturbation, bringing herself to a wonderful climax.

Whew! That was – incredible! she thought, and looked at her reflection. From where it sat, Stephanie could see herself completely as she lazily ran her wet fingers over her mound.

She smiles, wondering what I am up to. But, too curious to pause my writing.

Pulling on her nipples, keeping herself on the edge of her own arousal, my wife whispers, "Then, show me..."

*

Stephanie's party was terrific!

Her friends were over, and they ate cake and ice cream, and drank sodas.

She opened presents and laughed, and was delighted and surprised by her gifts. There were clothes to try on, some of them a bit racy – at least, in front of her parents. But, Stephanie's friends knew she liked to wear sexy bikinis and underwear.

And her father had bought her a new car! It was just the one she wanted!

And Stephanie had to show everyone her new mirror.

She was nervous about it, wondering if anyone else would see anything at all like what she had earlier! But, no one did.

At least, no one seemed to. But, her one friend, Margaret, did stare at the mirror a little longer than anyone else, and glanced shyly around after she did.

The party moved outside, and the girls put on their bathing suits and went out to the pool.

It was a little while later that Stephanie went inside to use the bathroom, when she noticed Margaret in her bedroom, gazing at the mirror.

And Margaret was caressing herself absently while she watched herself!

Curious, and little bit aroused, Stephanie crept in and gently closed the door.

She had been so quiet, she didn't disturb the other girl.

Feeling a bit naughty at spying, Stephanie stepped softly up behind Margaret, intending to get her attention without startling her.

But, what she saw in the mirror made her pause, instead.

There, in the mirror, were she and Margaret – naked, and kissing, hands running over each other's bodies hungrily – standing in each other's arms!

Her mother was working his cock with her lips and tongue, and Stephanie found herself incredibly turned on by it. Seeing her mother's lips sliding up and down her father's huge pole – her pussy quivered and pulsed!

God – that looks so sexy! And nice!

Then, as she watched, Stephanie felt a tremor roll through her as, in the mirror, she saw herself crawl onto her parent's bed with them!

What -?

Her face was so sexy – so sensual and grown up.

Stephanie watched in stunned fascination as her parents responded to her presence.

David looked up with some surprise, while Sandra paused, her hands around David's cock, and stared at their daughter in surprise.

"Steph?" her mother said. "What – uh – you caught us..." she seemed a bit flustered. Caught red-handed, they didn't attempt to hide anything. Why should they? It was obvious what they were doing.

In the mirror, Stephanie smiled sweetly, sensually, and crawled up close to her mother.

"I – wanted to say thank you," she answered, her voice very low, almost a purr. She seemed so confident, this Stephanie – and sexual! "Both of you..." David glanced at his wife, and said, "Uh – you're welcome..."

As Stephanie watched, the other Stephanie's hand slid forward until it joined her mother's around her father's cock.

Sandra looked startled, as did David. But, neither of them stopped her.

"Thank you, Mom," that Stephanie said, and leaned closer until she kissed her mother on the lips.

Sandra shuddered, and sighed softly as their kiss ended.

"And thank you, too, Daddy," that Stephanie said. Then, as her lips were so close, she pressed them over the head of her father's cock.

"Ohhh, God....!" her father moaned, and rolled his head.

The mirror Stephanie began to move her hand up and down as she sucked on the head of him. It was only a few strokes before her mother join in.

David gazed down at the two of them, his wife and his daughter, and was speechless. Speechless, and in a delirium of ecstasy.

The real Stephanie gazed at the mirror in awe and disbelief. But, fire spread through her body, and she felt herself with a sexual hunger like she had never known before. A hunger for the forbidden!

"Oh, God!" she swore, and jumped out of bed. "I can't take any more!"

Stephanie hurried to her parent's room where, like in her vision, she saw her mother sucking her father's long, gorgeous cock.

Heart racing, Stephanie paused. Do I really dare?

But, the lust inside her wouldn't be denied, and she walked into their room.

As boldly as she had in her mirror, Stephanie crawled up with her parents, who paused in their love play, caught.

"Mom – Daddy... I – wanted to say thank you," she murmured, her pussy flowing and quivering as she looked at her father's cock, and her mother's hand wrapped around its base.

"Uhm – thank you?" her father replied, stunned.

Then, Stephanie smiled sensually, her eyes meeting her mother's as her fingers wrapped around her father's cock, as well. "Thank you, Mommy," she whispered, and leaned in until she kissed her mother's lips.

Then, feeling such a rush of relief and desire, Stephanie looked up at her father, and said, "And you, too, Daddy," before slipping her lips over the head of his cock.